Day 483/Ceasefire Day 13

She dreams her mother is in the room.
She dreams there’s a room.
She dreams her right hand
is attached to her wrist.
She dreams she’s able to write a letter.
She dreams she’s grown skilled
at using her left hand.  She dreams
her right hand has become a flag,
a banner, a wide-winged bird
in a clear sky. A sky
that is free.  She dreams that 
at the same time it’s her hand.  
With her right hand she draws a house
in the sky.  A room.  Her mother.
She has been walking for so long,
her father, her brothers beside her.
She dreams she has never
lost her hand, that
they’ve come back 
to a clear sky, where everything is alive.
Where her hand is alive.
Where her mother becomes 
a wide-winged bird, who
shields them.  Covers them.